"I'm telling you stories. Trust me." - Winterson

While most holiday trappings I can generally do without, there are a few Christmas things I really like, the tree being high on the list. I've always had a tree -- even living in my tiny little apartment I had a pocket-sized tree with micro decorations. Just makes me smile when I walk in.

Unfortunately this year, our house is in a state of chaos and not all that tree-suitable. So I was thinking of just a little one -- it could fit on our coffee table even :) Reasonable, and would still make the house smell Christmasy.

So Chris does the smile n nod thing and we go to Home Deopt (of course, where else would you buy a Christmas tree? Silly me for expecting a garden centre...) and walk right past the tiny trees. Because you see, our coffee table is fairly valuable real estate at the moment, so we may as well get a real one.

Okay great :) I loved last year's tree. All good. But wait, it's highly plausible that this will be the last year we have the awesome high ceilings. It would be a shame to waste the opportunity. We should get a big tree while we can.

Cool -- I move over a few aisles to the 6-7' range. Find a good one and we start to leave with it. But... Why not get a *really* big one?

Hahaha indeed. We walked out with the biggest of the 9' ones we could find ;) Chris trimmed it down a little so he could get the star on top -- it's a little lopsided as it bumps into the ceiling beam ;) But I feel it gives it character. What we didn't entirely account for is that with height comes width. And while our living room is very high, it's not terribly wide. hahaha going to be fun navigating for the next couple weeks. It does make Chris' ridiculously large TV look a little more proportionate though. Clearly time for a new TV ;-P Or maybe not. Definitely not.

Can't get far enough away to get *both* top and bottom of the tree in the pic ;)

But as excessive as it may be, the tree is awesome and makes the house smell amazing. The dogs are a little confused, but, let's be honest here, that's a pretty standard state of affairs. Now just have some wrapping to do and then good to go :) More excited than usual for Christmas this year. AND I actually get it off. What a luxury!

I stopped myself from uttering the sarcastic response that sprang to mind in light of the moving truck and obvious packing going on, and settled instead for a brief nod. The elderly busybody thrived on knowing everybody's business, whereas I thrived on privacy. We'd never gotten along particularly well.

"Why?"

"I'm concerned the cops will discover the bodies in the basement." Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. I left her standing there and went to collect the next box. I wondered what it said that she was at least contemplating believing my wild fiction.

"Where are you going?" she asked as I returned.

"Away."

She waddled in front of me, so I had to either step through the gardens or push her out of the way to continue being productive. I rolled my eyes as I finally met her gaze.

"Where?"

"I don't know," I told her, and I wasn't entirely lying.

"Well where is the truck going?"

"It's taking my stuff to storage. If I ever get it packed…"

She didn't take the hint. I can't say I was surprised. I took a deep breath in an attempt to give my internal censors time to work. I shook my head and shoved past her, closer than would ever be deemed polite, but not so aggressively that she lost her balance. When I returned, she'd removed herself from the path, but still watched every move I made. Her husband sat, as he always did, in his rocker across the street. In five years, I'd yet to hear him say a word or see him venture farther from the house than his porch.

In truth, I didn't know where I was going. I just felt immensely dissatisfied where I was and had deemed it time to move on. My job allowed me to work from anywhere with a decent internet connection. I had vague plans to drive south and east until I found somewhere warm and sunny. This town, which had once seemed so quaint and peaceful, had been plagued by the same issues as small towns everywhere and the novelty had worn off. But worse than boredom inspired drug use and a disproportionate number of teenage pregnancies, people had been going missing. As the anxiety rose on the streets and local news celebrities had been replaced by state reporters, it occurred to me that nobody would even notice if I were to disappear. Work would clue in eventually -- but I doubted they'd do anything other than have HR fire me via email.

So I decided it was time to go. Start over somewhere that I wouldn't have to shovel the driveway. Maybe a city this time, where anonymity was the expectation rather than the exception. Somewhere I could pay an exorbitant amount for an average latte served by a barista who can't spell.

By the time I finished packing, my own personal neighbourhood watch had her lips curled in tightly and anger creased her forehead. It became a stubborn point for me not to address her. As I climbed into the truck, she never moved. I didn't say goodbye and she didn't wave. I just left her standing there glaring as I pulled out.

A few days later I found myself on the other side of the country, contemplating options for my next home. I sat in a busy sports bar and half-heartedly watched the tv while I awaited my order. Football switched off as two talking heads appeared. Breaking News! The national anchor started talking, her words transcribed on the bottom of the screen. Husband and wife serial killers arrested. Parts of dozens of bodies spanning a time period of decades found in their basement. Neighbours describe them as quiet, loving, and part of the community.

On the screen showed the house across the street, the porch swing now empty and still, accompanied by a mug shots of my nosy neighbour and her quiet husband.

"Don’t waste time wishing you were somewhere else or doing something else. The fact is you are exactly where you need to be and you are doing exactly what you are supposed to be doing. So do it some more, only better than before."

So I've been informed that wedding planning is to be blogged about ;-P Apparently, there's an entire industry based off it. But if that's so, I really shouldn't need to should I? Sadly that logic didn't hold, and since I do print my blogs, some day I imagine I'll want to look back and read about it… So without further ado…

Let's see… So far we've got the engagement, which was amazing, but already has a post. (Rereading it still makes my heart race!). We had the dress shopping, which is done. And in the end my awesome mother bought my amazingly gorgeous dress for me. One that wasn't even *in* the original dress shopping blog. hahaha I took Mum to see the "top two" -- and in both stores they recommended others. This was one of the others and I'm actually super excited about it -- still seems so surreal. Alas, it has not yet arrived… :( My bridesmaids both have theirs though (or rather, Steph does. Jen's is still in my closet waiting for me to mail it to her. Oops. That'll be on Wed.) Chris has the guys under control (as far as I know). So really, what else is there?

Right.

Have you ever planned a vacation before? How about a party? Remember all those stupid little details… Now try a vacation party for 25 of your closest friends and family and 25 people you've met once ;-P I am not even kidding. Picking the location was easy -- of our short list of two places each, Costa Rica was the one both Chris and I wanted to go to. Picking the hotel was slightly harder as we wanted a price range that would allow most of our friends and family to come. While the resort we chose probably wouldn't have been our personal first choice, it did let some people we really care about come who otherwise wouldn't have been able to afford it. It also looks all kinds of civilized and had really good reviews -- including from our travel agent who's actually been there. We've since met a surprising number of people who've stayed there and have yet to hear anything negative, so getting super excited about the whole thing!

As for the date -- well a beach wedding should really be in the winter. And two of my closest friends work in the Greenhawk marketing department, so we had to time it around their calendar so they'd be able to come. Ummmm yeah -- or we can go with the idea that it's Chris' birthday. And his parents got married on his father's birthday. And that was just all sorts of cool. But, you know, whichever option works for you ;-P Regardless, the date was set. The only catch is, it's a Monday -- and we have to be in the country three working days before the wedding. So we'll be leaving the Wednesday before. Which, it turns out, all sorts of people are happy about because apparently it's easier to schedule vacation mid-week to mid-week than for a normal Mon-Fri. It gives the appearance of only being away a couple days. All-round win!

So we have a date and a location -- all we need is invites. Right. Google "wedding invites" -- I dare you. In fact, go one better and Google "beach wedding invites". Thousands of options and none of them quite right. Even harder when Chris and I had to agree (I tell you, if you can plan a wedding when both partners have strong and often opposing opinions, you definitely earn a sticker. A big sparkly one.) And then there's the fact that we're on a fairly tight budget. Remember I *just* got reemployed… So things that were nice enough were too expensive. Finally I found one that was *almost* right. Suited both of us, was from a company in California (they should know about beaches right?), and in our price range. So I contacted them to see if the changes we wanted could be made (very simple changes -- with the original file I could make them in Photoshop in about a minute). Yes, no problem. Sweet.

Right. Sure enough the design changes were no problem -- they did a great job of that. However, that company in California? Yeah, they were outsourcing somewhere on the other side of the world where English might someday be a second language for the people I was communicating with. Which meant getting our text sorted out was a nightmare. I just wanted a couple simple changes (we're talking text here -- it's not complicated). They'd change one and not the other. Then they'd change the other but revert the first. Then they'd make up something entirely different. Every change with 24-48h turn around. It. Was. Atrocious. Eight revisions for the original two-word change. I was seriously ready to bang my head against the wall. But eventually we got them. And they were lovely.

Not positive if this was the final draft or not, but close enough!

Now you can't just send invites… Oh no, even though you can RSVP online (oh yeah -- we had to create a website too!), you still need to send RSVP cards. And for those who don't know how to use the internet, a self-addressed, stamped, envelope. Seriously. Chris had an idea that the RSVP should be a boarding pass. Actually I think originally that the wedding invite should be, but it morphed into the RSVP. This I found some examples of online as well, but I didn't like any of them. Not even close enough to ask for changes. And, well, I was a little gun shy after the last round. So I designed them myself. And, tbh, was really happy with the results!

This was way more work but significantly less stressful

So on a nice spring day, we spread a blanket outside and assembled all our invites. Who was on the list? Anybody we or anybody else really wanted to be. One advantage of a destination wedding is that we didn't have to restrict our invitations. It's a big beach :)

Now part of the package we purchased includes the service of a wedding planner. She, unfortunately, seems to be rather useless. Enough that she's about to earn her own post. But since in the end the hotel does everything I figure worse case I'll spend the first day of the trip tracking down the onsite wedding person and arranging things the way we want them. We've got the day, time and location booked. Everything else can be negotiated if necessary.

Let's see, what else… There was the not-shopping-shopping. I think I wrote about that before -- registering for gifts. Which seems both awkward and particularly pointless since with a destination wedding we're not expecting gifts.

Although people do still give them, which meant thank you cards. My design abilities were used up and fortunately it was a quick and painless search that found the ones we bought. We even agreed reasonably quickly. Simple and clean. The only thing is, online it looked as though it'd match our shade of red just about perfectly, whereas the ones we got don't. Boooo. They're still okay though so we're good to go there.

So some things still aren't planned which is pretty thoroughly frustrating. There's also all the trip stuff too -- trying to remember to buy everything we'd need in the summer for the trip since beach stuff in February is hard to come by ;) I got the vacation time from my new job, so that's one stress gone. Hahaha So that's where things stand. The key details are settled. The small details are nagging me, but I'm trying not to stress too much. Still need to figure out jewelry - hmmmmm… But I actually have shoes ;) Wanted to get married barefoot, but by all accounts the sand's too hot. Mostly though, no matter the details, so long as Chris and I are both there we're good to go. Can't wait!

Today started out alright -- got up, never my favourite thing to do, but on time. Did my mini-exercise (10 minute fitness -- I try to get that, at least, in before work so if I'm exhausted after and don’t do a real workout at the end of the day, at least something will have been done. I am, after all, getting married on a beach in February ;). Got dressed and ready to go… And then should've gone back to bed.

Starting to pack for work the failures began. Step one -- I couldn't find my kobo. I knew I didn't have it with me when I went to read it on the weekend, but I figured I'd just left it in my work bag. Nope, apparently not. No time for a thorough search, so simply kobo-less today. Booo. Making lunch I realize I left my lunch container at Chris'. Frig. And then, worse, as I went to leave the house I realized my gloves -- you know, the ones I *always* leave in the car -- are also in Paris. Not good as it's all kinds of miserable out.

Driving to the train station, I get stopped at a train crossing. Nbd -- unlike train crossings at the barn which can take upwards of half an hour, this one is almost always GO or Via and lasts about long enough to pause momentarily. It was, in fact, a GO train, but not one that had any interest in actually going anywhere *sigh* It slowed to a complete stop, immediately before the crossing. It was not the train I was aiming for, rather the one before it, but still had the potential to make me late for mine. Eventually it deigned to move on and I was able to continue on my merry way to the station.

Well apparently when it snows, everybody takes the train. Which strikes me as odd because I distinctly remember horrible traffic on snow days when I drove in so clearly there are still people driving… Regardless, the floor I usually park on was full so had to go up a level. Nbd -- just have to remember when I come home!

So I swipe my presto card and… Nothing. Hmmmm Okay fine, dig it out of my wallet and try again -- this time it worked. Why it wouldn't deign to work in the exact same spot in my wallet it's always in? I have no idea. But even with the time delay I made it. Sweet. And even with the excessive number of extra people, I got a seat. Helps knowing exactly where to stand on the platform ;)

But then the woman next to me started humming. I'm not even kidding. Older than me, sitting on a rush hour train, humming away. It made me long for an overly rude and obnoxious cell phone user just to drain her out. The whole ride. And it was an extra long ride as we had to stop twice to let other trains figure out where they were going.

Eventually got to work. I like work. People don't hum there. Things should get better right? Well yes, except apparently my computer felt the weekend shouldn't quite be over. It's a reasonably new and quick, albeit heavy, machine -- but it took a solid 25 minutes and three tries to boot up. I was about thirty seconds from calling tech support when it finally deigned to bring up anything other than the login screen. Fortunately that was counteracted by my first meeting being cancelled so the time almost exactly balances out ;)

Any of this a big deal? Nope -- not even slightly. The subject line should've portrayed that ;-P But I'm sad and I'm stressed and I really can't wait for life to even pretend to stabilize a little. It's definitely on the right track, but like that train this morning, just not moving quite fast enough...

I thought, over the years, I'd seen just about all the Royal has to offer. But last night, all those experiences got one-upped ;) Rebecca invited Chris and I to join her and Mike in the Greenhawk box -- which in itself is all kinds of awesome! Esp as I was pretty sure I wasn't going to get to go at all this year (can hardly take a day off when I've been here less than two weeks!) So we'd planned to go for a fancy dinner at the Tanbark club (all kinds of exclusive in that you have to have box seats to get in). But then, plans changed… We found ourselves invited to the President's Dinner?

What's the President's Dinner? Yeah, we didn't know either. Google proved to be a complete fail on this one. But it is very formal and your name must be on the list -- in the most literal sense. Fortunately due to the magic powers of Rebecca's connections, it was. Woohoo!

So -- planning. I was coming straight from work, so Chris stopped off and picked up my clothes on the way. I randomly decided that if I was going to get dressed up, I was really going to get dressed up -- there have to be *some* advantages to working downtown. One of which is a reasonably high end hair salon that's literally across the street. Called them at 9am -- they don't open till 11. Hmmmm Left a message saying that I'd really like an appointment for 12:15 for an up-do if they had anything available, but I'd be in meetings till noon so if they could please just leave me a message either way. The message said 12:15 wasn't available but 12:30 was. Okay -- I didn't have another meeting till 2, so nbd. Just wanted to go on my lunch break (who needs to eat?). Called them to confirm and they said "well actually they finished early, so you could come any time." Perfect. Lock up my computer and I was there in well under five minutes. I wasn't sure at the time exactly where it was, but turned out to be like three doors away on the other side of the street.

Hairstylist was not chatty -- I really liked her. Hahaha asked me what I wanted. Ummm roughly I want the front pulled back and I want curls. Other than that? Pretty much up to her. Okay well did I want it up or down. Down. And away she went. A little while, some hair magic, and a couple bottles of elite hair cement later and we were done. Do you know they paint grey hairs? ;) hahaha I was so amused by that. Yes, the last few months has given me some, but she hid them beautifully. Needless to say, I was rather overdressed for my afternoon meetings *g*

This is clearly how I go to work every day

Took the indoor route to the train as I was trying to avoid the windstorm's battle with the hair cement. Had to find a train that actually stops at the ex -- all the ones I usually take are express. But once that was set, good to go. Actually got there within a couple minutes of Chris. So we got all dressed up (yeah for the surprisingly roomy Greenhawk change room ;) and then had all of about half an hour to wander around. That is not nearly long enough *sigh* Can't say I actually saw anything and I certainly didn't buy anything. But such is life. Completely reminds me of the year I was shopping for horses I didn't actually own yet *g* That was a fun trip. And actually rather the extreme opposite of this one.

Anyways -- today's story. Eventually it was time to go, so we followed Rebecca to a secret passage that lead upstairs to places only special people know. Okay that might be slightly exaggerated, but not much. A woman sitting a the desk checked off our names -- well really, Rebecca's name -- and gave her her tickets for the evening show. We would be at table 6. Sure -- can't say I had any preference.

People were very well turned out -- complete with the woman with the long white kid gloves. We were offered champagne pretty much as soon as we walked in and there was live music playing off to the side. We were the youngest people there by at least a generation -- in some cases two or three ;)

Eventually we were asked to find our seats and we introduced ourselves to our table-mates. All super welcoming and an interesting combination of people to talk to. Beside Rebecca and Mike was her boss (who shared his tickets) and his step-daughter. Next to Chris and I was the VP of marketing for Pizza Pizza and his wife. And between them the ring steward for the Royal and his wife. He had to leave early to start the show but we saw her again later. Very cool combination of people. There was a brief introductory speech after which we were all asked to stand for the arrival of the Lieutenant Governor -- she gave a speech which was more interesting than I'd anticipated. We were served three courses of fancy food -- well two fancy ones and one steak ;-P And endlessly full glasses of award-winning wine. Might've been a good day to take up recreational drinking ;)

Dinner was concluded with a video and another short speech and then it was horse show time. Box seats at the royal are exactly the same as regular seats -- just wrapped in red. Hahaha awesome. But the show was good and we were late enough from dinner that we missed most of the boring classes. Watched two coach drivers collide -- seriously? How does that even happen? It's not like they were going fast or there was a lot of traffic. All were okay so not tragic.

Horse show was a horse show. They're way more fun to play in than watch, so if you're interested -- catch it on TV or online -- I hear GH was live tweeting the event ;) Afterwards we had to fight the crowds and convince some very frustrated security guards to let us back in the booth area to retrieve our jackets and, more importantly, keys! Fortunately Steph met up with us and had both a pass and the key so it wasn't that hard a sell.

Even the traffic cooperated. Once we got out of the immediate area, was a fairly easy ride home. Of course then I was wired! Suffice to say I went to work with basically a power nap today ;) But what an amazing experience. So much fun :) Huge thanks to Rebecca for letting us tag along!

In the interest of keeping life interesting, on Sunday Chris and I decided to go Skydiving. Indoors ;) Both of us have an interest in skydiving, but I have to admit I'm a little hesitant now. Three times I signed up to go. And three times it was cancelled for rain. With no rain in the forecast. Twice with no rain in the six-month forecast! Once in NZ and twice in Australia. And at that point I began to wonder if maybe the universe was trying to tell me it wasn't meant to be. Superstitious and illogical? Yup, absolutely. But hey, it's kept me alive thus far *g*

So indoors it was. Website looked good, so we drove down to Niagara for our adventure. The place, admittedly, was fairly dodgy. If we hadn't already paid, I suspect there's a strong chance we'd have decided it wasn't worth it and gone on about our day. But we had, so we waited. There were the two of us and a group of six others.

Our pre-flight briefing involved safety, "tuck and roll" when being catapulted out of the wind tunnel, and hand signals. Hand signals because, well, it's *loud* in there! We had a chance to watch some people before us and, as with beginner riders, it appears it's beginner flyers who demonstrate exactly how hard this whole concept really is. While the riding pros make it look like they just sit there and the flying pros make it look like midair acrobatics are no more challenging than they would be in a swimming pool, beginners show the truth. I watched three different people attempt it during my waiting time. One could get up but kept getting thrown out of the tunnel into the crash pads. The second couldn't seem to manage to fly at all -- flipping sideways and crashing down. Yikes! The instructor did manage to get both of them up and straight in the air, but it appeared easier said than done. The third girl was awesome -- she seemed to get it and he let her go and the world was good. Okay, so it can be done. Sweet.

We got ourselves suited up. The suits are a special kind of hideous, although Chris somehow got the only red suit there, so he was set ;) Then the addition of gloves, ear plugs, and helmets. Note, make sure your ear plugs are in right. The first one I put in was fine, but the second one wasn't and I lost it part way through a flight. My ear is still ringing :( Sadly, I'm not exaggerating.

The group of 6 wanted to go together, and there's a max of six people with the instructor allowed in at one time. Which meant Chris and I got to go on our own :) Yeah!

So you enter a giant circle. The walls are padded as is the area on the floors directly around the wall. The majority of the bottom and all of the ceiling were a strong wire mesh -- and you could see the giant fans. Before the fans were even turned on we practiced our "tuck and roll" -- basically throw yourself at the wall/ground in a way that you don't get hurt. You know, the way you're supposed to fall off your horse. Right. How well does *that* ever work out? Ah well. Then the fans were turned on and we were good to go. These mats weren't entirely soft either.

I went first and with a leap of faith found myself hovering above the pit of doom…. Or, you know, wire mesh floor. Couldn't stop grinning, it was so cool. The first couple tries for both of us the instructor held on to us or our suits to make sure nothing tragic happened. There really is a complete lack of control over both direction and height.

It was so much more fun than I'd anticipated! And I'm reasonably certain we got more than our allotted stretch of time ;) Both of us have reasonable body awareness and got the general flying concept pretty much instantly. Which meant our instructor's hand signals became a lot more intensive than what the video taught. I was impressed at his ability to teach using improvised sign language. Much like learning underwater diving, sky diving also negates your ability to speak. But my underwater instructors weren't nearly as creative. I don't actually know what he was telling Chris; I think one was about how to use his arms, but I couldn't see anything else. But my instructions were all kinds of useful -- the first time it was to keep my hands open. I'd curled them into fists and it greatly detracts from your navigational abilities. Hahaha then the next one was about how to use my body to control up and down -- up I had -- any time he let me go, I'd shoot straight up until he grabbed hold of my suit and pulled me back down. Down was more of a challenge. I got the theory but wasn't terribly good at it. Well, except the one time I managed to crash into the wires. Sheesh. Always one extreme or another. The last set of instructions I got were about how to steer -- there'd been a little about that in the briefing, but this was a far more practical application. The objective here being to actually stay over the wind tunnel and not get tossed off to the mats. If you ever try it yourself though, the biggest thing I figured out (which admittedly the video did mention briefly but it got lost in everything else) was to keep my eyes up. Looking up (actually tilting my head back) instantly stabilized my body in the right position and enabled me to think about other forms of control. The first jump I did, I was fascinated by the pit of doom and never looked away till I crashed into a mat ;-P Got better after that.

Overall, before going, it looked moderately amusing. When we got there, my hopes plummeted fairly quickly *sigh* But then it was Way More Fun than ever anticipated. I really enjoyed it. The only thing I would say is if you have shoulder or neck problems, you might want to give it a miss… Other than that though -- go have a blast! There's also one in Oakville, which is newer and looks like it might be even more entertaining, but I haven't actually been to it yet.

Was I any good at it? I have absolutely no idea. Hahaha ignorance is bliss after all. I couldn't stay in the centre very long without either shooting straight up or way off to the side. Hahaha but it was tons of fun. And I was really enjoying figuring out how to move so that I *could* stay in the centre a little bit longer. Can definitely see how it could be addictive :) You know, if I had time and money for more expensive hobbies ;-P

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Hope it was worth the wait :) As always, comments very welcome. Enjoy!

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I was cold and wet and miserable. It was the kind of fall day that screams at you that winter is coming and unless you have a fabulous travel budget, there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. The downtown core was uninviting as commuters flocked by the thousands to their preferred form of transit – all hunched over and lost in their own worlds. Shops lined the streets advertising already for Christmas, but easily ignored. I had to sidestep as a door I must’ve walked by a thousand times without ever noticing opened and a rather strange looking little man stepped out carrying an A-frame. I swerved to avoid him, muttering under my breath. But in doing so, I happened to read the sign – it offered free baked goods with any coffee purchase. And suddenly, in all my misery, coffee, especially coffee that didn’t come from one of the half-dozen chain stores I’d already passed, seemed like a fabulous idea. And, well, what could possibly go wrong with baked goods? So I stepped through the red door.

The warmth hit me first and then I took it all in. The room was huge – far bigger than the store frontage would’ve led me to believe. Set up like an old private library, it was my own personal paradise. A roaring fire rapidly shed all memory of the weather outside, large leather recliners surrounded the room – each with their own little round table. Wooden shelves lined the walls – complete with a rolling ladder attached to them. The books that lined them ranged from the latest pop fiction paperback to editions so old they predated printing and had to be worth thousands of dollars each.

I stood in the entrance wanting nothing more than to relax into one of those chairs with a book and the promised coffee, but it was clearly private. I looked around, a little awkwardly, wondering where the people were. Had I misunderstood?

“Come in, come in! I’m sorry to keep you waiting!” I jumped at the sound, and turned to find the little man beside me, holding a plate of cookies that smelled as though they’d just come out of the oven. “Welcome to our little café, please have a seat.” The man gestured into the library. There was something not quite right about him, but I couldn’t quite pinpoint what.

“Is this your shop?” I asked.

“My family’s,” he told me. “It seems like we’ve spent a thousand years preparing it, and now we’re finally ready to open! You’re our first customer.”

That explained a lot – from the expensive books being out in the open to his speaking in exclamation marks, to the lack of visitors. I was pretty sure the first book would be stolen within the week and that would be the end of that ambiance, but I hoped the rest might remain.

“You’ll find our menu on every table, but allow me to start you with some cookies.” He nodded to the room, and backed out through a cleverly concealed door.

I took a seat with a smile, entirely committed now to enjoying the experience of being an excited proprietor’s first customer. The menu was actually printed on the table – the prices were reasonable given the location and the ambiance, so I made my choice and looked up.

Only to discover I was no longer alone. I squeaked in surprise. Yes, I squeaked. I admit it. I didn’t squeal or yell or faint or even react with any kind of dignity. I squeaked. And I suddenly understood why the room was so large. For you see… Yeah you’re never going to believe me. Maybe it would be best if you stopped reading now. Seriously.

Sitting in front of me was a dragon.

No I’m not kidding. Nor am I delusional. I hadn’t eaten any of the cookies yet so nobody had drugged me. A stunningly gorgeous dragon lay in front of me. His tail was wrapped tightly around his body and none of the furniture or books had been disturbed. His scales didn’t sparkle or glitter, but they did seem to change colour depending how the firelight hit them – varying by times through purple, green, grey and almost pink. He was looking at me and had cocked his head just like my puppy used to do when I was a child.

“Hello?” I asked tentatively. Partially I felt ridiculous – seriously, who talks to a dragon? But that went away when he answered.

“I am Illarion.” His voice sounded like Mini Mouse. I am not even kidding you. I deserve a medal for keeping a straight face and not reacting when he first spoke. This giant, majestic creature that by all accounts I’ve heard should either be extinct or never have existed, exists, has the ability to speak, and has a voice like Mini Mouse. It was Just. Plain. Wrong.

“Nice to meet you Illarion.” If you only had one question to ask a dragon what would it be? Have it prepared now, because I’ll tell you – on the spot, it’s hard to think of anything good. Now? Now I have heaps of ideas, but then… Alas, I’m ashamed to say the best I could come up with was “where are you from?”

“I was created by dreams and magic and nature and gods. But if you mean where on this planet, the answer is Russia.”

Okay then. Have to admit I liked his first answer better. I wanted that on a bumper sticker.

“Would you tell me about yourself?” I asked, wondering if I was being rude.

“Such knowledge must be earned.”

“How do I earn it?” I asked, my competitive nature instantly engaged.

“We will play rock, paper, scissors. If you win, I will tell you my story and if you wish, take you to my home.” I suspected he wasn’t talking about Russia.

“And if you win?”

“You will learn no more today.”

Okay so that would be disappointing, but not tragic. And I’d still have coffee and a fabulous new café. And so we played.

For those of you who have the capacity to learn from others. Should the opportunity ever arise, do not, I repeat, Do Not play rock, paper, scissors with a dragon. It turns out fire beats rock, paper, and scissors.

Suffice to say I lost. I would argue he cheated, but when playing with a dragon, you have to play by dragon’s rules. I’d like to say my life changed that day, but the reality is I found myself a faceless member of the masses on the same cold, wet street. The red door, the sign, and the wonderful bakery smells were strangely absent. I didn’t get to travel to wherever he was from. I didn’t even get my free coffee.

But I will admit that these days when things are really dreary, I keep half an eye out for a red door. Because next time, I might win.

It's been… Oh at least a few months since the latest major life change. Figured it was time for another one ;-P In review -- last December, I sold GRS and relocated the farm back where it started. Then in the spring Chris and I got engaged (still makes me grin when I type that :) and the wedding plans started. They will, at some point, perhaps, rate a post of their own -- if I can figure out how to make it interesting. Anyways -- shortly thereafter I moved to Paris. No, not *that* one. Paris, Ontario. It's actually a really nice little town, and I liked Chris's house a whole lot more than he does… But it's soooo far away. From anything and everything in my world.

I job hunted out there all spring and summer -- gave it a really valid effort. But all my contacts, and my contacts contacts, are in Toronto. No, that's not quite true -- I had one contact out there who actually got me an interview in Waterloo. And the interview went really well; they basically told me the job was mine if I wanted it. But unfortunately the pay wasn't really reasonable, the hours would mean I'd have to stop teaching, and it was still a solid hour's drive. *sigh* So I turned them down. And then couldn't find *anything*. So come summer I started to accept that I wasn't likely to find anything out there and in September moved my search to Toronto. I continued sending my resume to the void -- which has to be the most frustrating endeavor ever. And eventually my contacts came through and suddenly found myself with interviews at two different companies for two very different positions.

One was a communications position. High intermediate level with a decent amount of responsibility and reasonable pay to go along with it. I went through three interviews with them and did some case studies. It had the plus of a very exciting job and good money right from the start.

The other is a project management position. This one is very junior -- basically as entry level as project management can be, and pays accordingly (really about half way between the first and second job) but it has huge growth potential and a pretty solid career path.

It was a hard debate, but the pm position won out -- mostly because they really seemed to want me there. One interview and done. And because I liked the security of a future path. Stop laughing ;-P It would be nice to go more than 6 months with nothing changing. But not this six months because I'm Getting Married!!!! Hahaha and then not the next 6 months either cause we'll be moving. But maybe after that? Potentially?

So the job's been accepted, Steph and I did a quick "update Laur's business wardrobe" shopping effort, and Sunday I moved back to Oakville. It really sucks not living with Chris but it's just too far a commute (hence the upcoming move once the house is renovated…). Of course I slept not at all on Sunday night and Monday went to my first day on the job with no sleep. May as well start as I intend to continue eh?

Started rather inauspiciously as the train I got on was standing room only *sigh* But got to work on time and the world was good. Day one was insane. Fascinating, but insane. Lots of meetings, orientation, tours, getting set up. They handed me a laptop almost as soon as I walked in the door. And I found out we're moving offices! Hahaha during the orientation there was a lot of "this is how it is, but only for three weeks". New office is on the PATH so I'm fairly excited about that. Really hoping the weather holds till then :)

I was pretty zonked by the end of that day, so instead of going to the barn, just went home. Ate some dinner, calculated how early I'd have to be in bed to get eight hours of sleep, took some zzzzquil, and suddenly it was day two.

Which was a lot calmer. Still meeting people and getting organized and a ton of HR courses etc (although have to admit was the first time I've seen the anti-money laundering and anti-terrorism one *g* Ironically the only one you could actually skip the presentation and just do the test). After work was a timing test -- how fast can I get to the barn without leaving work early. I caught the express train. And definitely didn't make it to the barn in time to teach a 6:00 class *sigh*. Lunged my pony, who looks more like a round bale these days than a pony, and rode for all of about five minutes before teaching. Got home way too late to make the 8h work, even if I fell asleep right then. But I was high from teaching so that wasn't going to happen.

Day three's over and slowly things are starting to settle. I'm really enjoying the job so far, and the people have been awesome. Very welcoming and certainly a super-organized onboarding process. I've cut back on my teaching hours so hopefully will be able to make it and still get to ride my horse occasionally. The worst was going to the barn without Sasha. I miss my puppy! And she's not talking to me :( Bailey greeted me w/ more enthusiasm than Sasha did when I got home. So sad :( She's always come everywhere with me since she was a puppy and I'm sure doesn't understand why I'm leaving without her now. Somebody's usually home by lunchtime so it's not like she doesn't get attention or turned out, but still not the same. And not with me :( But such is life. We'll get used to it, I'm sure.

Looking forward to going home on Friday. Doing absolutely nothing but hang out with my fiancée and my puppy on Saturday. And, you know, skydiving on Sunday. Cause wouldn't want life to be boring ;-P

"I found the diary she kept the year she was pregnant with me. 'July 17th. What a night! We danced on the beach, and we kissed on the beach, and dot, dot,dot.'- What?
'Dot, dot, dot.' That's what they did in the olden days."

hahaha credit to the script writers of Mamma Mia for that one. Love that line :) And now, if you didn't before, you should get the title...

So yes, after the Pat Burgess clinic got cancelled (booo! But hopefully Pat's doing okay! Had to have a hip replaced -- a whole lot less fun than teaching riding I'm sure. Especially with Lexi there to provide the entertainment ;) Anyways -- that was sure to provide all sorts of an entertaining post, but since it was cancelled, I had to find something else to write about. So Chris and I ventured to the Everything to do with Sex Show. Yup. It's a thing. Heard it on the radio. Admittedly have never been before, but figured it was worth a go.

Took place at the Direct Energy Center, and when we arrived we immediately noticed there were two separate audiences. Sure enough, two different shows. The one we were attending, and a zoomer show. Zoomers being the portion of the population over the age of 45. And, admittedly, the show seemed to target those greatly over the age of 45... But what really made me laugh was a sign on the door as we entered -- our entry would also get us into the zoomer show. hahaha woohoo! Am a little curious how much business that earned them. And, conversely, if they had the same offer on.

So as with any trade show, there were lots of booths with people selling things, some food, one seminar room that we didn't end up sitting in on, several stages of what was theoretically education or entertainment but really a thinly disguised sales pitch, and one stage that was purely entertainment.

The first thing we noticed was the surprisingly large number of people who seemed to feel this was a clothing optional event ;) Which in itself would be fine, but I'm curious as to how they got there -- I'm not entirely sure the average weekend afternoon GO Transit passenger would be okay with it. And, well, it's not entirely warm out! Some were clearly employed at the show, so fair enough. They also tended to be the ones who could pull the look off... Unfortunately many of the others... *shudder* What has been seen cannot be unseen... But hey, at least they have a strong sense of self confidence.

For lack of any better idea, we headed over to the entertainment stage first. The MC I could definitely have done without, and the time killers in-between acts were so ridiculously juvenile it was painful to watch. But the actual acts were surprisingly good. They seemed to alternate between targeting the female audience and the male -- and we caught one of each. The male dancers were first and clearly felt that once the show was over there was no need to get redressed as we continued to see them wearing nothing but their undies wandering around the show for the afternoon. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying this is a bad thing ;-P I was just a little surprised by it. On the flip side, for the guys was a burlesque act that was quite well done. When we saw the ladies after they were far more dressed than their male counterparts. Admittedly in costume, but a start costume rather than an end one. I'm sure that says something about society, but honestly I was just there for an amusing afternoon so I really don't care what.

So then it was time to hit up the booths. You know what would make this show a lot more fun? Applying the premise of the One of a Kind Show. Because honestly, the fastest way to make anything boring, even dot dot dot, is to repeat the same thing over and over and over. Which is essentially what the vast majority of the booths did. There were, however, a few that stood out.

There were at least two booths selling Sexy Surprise. Sealed bags you couldn't look in. I only spoke to vendor at one of them (and she was by far the best of the sales people I spoke to that day) but their premise was they would guarantee the overall value of the bag would be at least double the cost and that it would include certain categories of things. But what, exactly, was a surprise. Now my very logical and rational partner did not seem particularly interested in this concept. After all, why would you spend money on an unknown when you could go buy exactly what you want in any one of the dozens of other non-one-of-a-kind booths? And he's completely right. But I, on the other hand, am a complete sucker for surprise, mystery and adventure. And that little black bag potentially held all three!

Have you ever read the "What If?" story? It was a favourite of mine in junior high...Doing this from memory here so forgive me if it's not, in fact, perfect ;)What if life were perfect?
What if you lived in a perfect world
of perfect people and perfect possessionsWith everyone and everything
Doing the perfect thing
At the perfect time?
What if you had everything you wantedand only what you wantedExactly as you wantedPrecisely when you wanted it?What if after living in this perfect worldfor the perfect length of the timeYou started to feel thatPerfection is a perfect bore.What if at precisely that point You notice for the first timeA button marked as "Surprise"What if vou walked over,considered all that may be containedin the concept of "Surprise"and decided "Anything is better than perfect boredom"What if you took a deep breath,Pushed the button...And found yourself exactly as you are right nowFeeling what you,re feeling nowThinking what you are thinking nowWith everything in your life preciselyThe way it is nowReading this blog and wonderingWhat if?

Okay so I might've added the last two lines, but the rest belong to somebody else. Would you push the button? Cause I'm definitely that person ;-P And credit to Chris, when he saw I wanted one, he waited very patiently in line with me and completely refrained from any commentary ;) I wanted the mystery -- it's the same reason I don't cheat and look at Christmas presents. It's fun to wonder. And because of that there's no way I'm telling you what was in that bag. You're welcome.

But credit to them -- by selling a surprise and an adventure rather than a specific toy they differentiated themselves, And as a result got the sale.

The second group of booths that distinguished themselves were the ones coming up with grown-up games for childhood toys. Hula hoops, swingsets, bouncy balls... What items from your childhood have you corrupted? Are you brave enough to post in the comments? ;-P For the sake of my innocent childhood, I'm going to forget I ever saw these. For the sake of my entertaining adulthood, maybe I'll let them stay in a corner of my mind. In my world, those two things can, in fact, coexist. Surprise!

The last group of booths that stood out were those that really didn't fit in. Arguably if they got together with the guys from the last group they could be corrupted in such a way as to fit in ;-P But they weren't even trying... Skydiving, paintball, pinball machines... So random. Amusing, but random.

Would I seek it out? No - been there, done that. Wasn't terribly exciting which, given it's topic, should've been But would I go back? Sure, if I had nothing better to do. It was a moderately amusing way to kill a few hours. And one that could potentially lead to significant future entertainment. So why not?

Ironically the one thing I did find that I love was not actually about sex, but rather romance. Of the g-rated, pre-dot-dot-dot, Disney princess style romance. You know, the sweep you off your feet, embarrassingly cliche type of romance that you scorn in public and yet secretly hope for? Yeah - that. It's a series of cards -- half for him and half for her -- and the premise is that you take turns drawing one each week and then follow up on it. And they're scratch cards, so you can't cheat and see what the other person has in store for the future ;) Not that I'd do that of course (were you here a few paragraphs ago?). Alright, maybe I'd peak a little -- a year is a LONG time to wait. But now I can't, so it reinforces mystery. If C chooses to play of course *g* Also a mystery. You'd have to read his blog to find out about that. But to give you an idea -- the first one I looked at said something about "write down three things you love about him. Hide them around the house for him to find through the week." See what I mean about cheesy? But who here, of either sex, wouldn't love to find those? So my question for you is -- and not rhetorical this time, you can answer in comments or fb post -- any of these:
What's the most romantic thing you've ever done for somebody?
What's the most romantic thing anybody's ever done for you?
What's the single most romantic thing you wish somebody would do for you?
If there's enough response I'll compile stories (with or without names as you wish) in another post.

Today was the kind of day that summer dreams are made of. It admittedly started out less than ideally, I will admit, with a trip to the vet...

Ah the vet. Yes I would have the dog with the random almost-unknown syndrome. Back story -- *twice* this week, and never before, while playing frisbee Sasha's hind legs seized leaving her temporarily paralyzed. Yeah - you can imagine my reaction the first time. Except she appeared to be in absolutely no pain, and twenty minutes later was totally fine. And then it happened again later that week. Exactly the same. Seems to be falling-down drunk. If she manages to stand, her legs cross and she falls over sideways. Super high respiration and quieter/more sucky than usual, but otherwise no signs. And twenty minutes later fine. Cool huh? Yeah - I thought not. But Google to the rescue comes up with some variant of Exercise Induced Collapse. Apparently found in young, very fit, dogs. Usually labs -- less likely in Aussie's. But sobeit. Anyways -- even though Google's description and videos matched exactly what I was seeing, I still wanted her checked by an actual vet. So this morning started with a trip there.

First challenge -- getting in the door. Sasha's afraid of other dogs and there were four in the waiting room. One of which was huge, about 5' away, and lunging/barking at the door. Owner had it on a short leash, but still. I understood Sasha's hesitation. Fortunately the nurse (tech I suppose really, but same concept) realized the problem and said I could wait to weigh Sasha till the scary dog beside the scale was gone. So we moved over to an unoccupied area of the waiting room to hang out for a bit until our room was available.

Couldn't believe some of the owners I saw. One, with a very big fluffy type dog that was completely out of control. Had a choke collar on and was in full use pretty well the whole time. Talking about the specific grooming she wanted done while the dog was climbing on the counter (ummm my chest height - to put in perspective), lunging at the cat, etc etc. Tech/nurse took dog and had it under control, sitting quietly, in about half a second. Another owner one let her dog leap on a second dog (second dog was being exceptionally well behaved, lying at its owner's feet), saying "oh don't worry, he won't bite." Ummmm in what world is that acceptable? I was completely appalled. Of the half-dozen or so dogs that came in in the 15 mins I was in the entrance, only one seemed under any form of control. It made me appreciate Sasha a whole lot more ;) She's certainly not the best dog on a leash by any means, but in every other instance...

So anyways -- we got into the room and were there about an hour as our vet did some research and talked to people. Seems Google was likely right; vet's trying to confirm if their lab can run any tests that will be useful to confirm or not. On the down side, absolutely terrified me when I saw the symptoms. On the plus side, easily enough managed and really not tragic. The vet asked me to try and get it on video if it happens again.

Leaving the clinic was a very different scene than entering it. There was only one little puppy, who was super excited. And his owner *was* making a concerted effort to make sure he will one day be well trained. But what really impressed me is she *also* had three young boys, all under the age of 5, with her who were as rambunctious as the puppy, and she managed to keep them *all* under control. Especially when contrasted with the people I met coming in, this woman was a super-star.

Alright so, have to try to replicate the issue. Go home and play a solid 45 minutes of frisbee. End result -- a thirsty and very happy Sasha. hahahha I strongly suspect adrenaline plays some role in EIC -- both times it happened before she was super excited. Wasn't that today so it was just normal exercise. Of which she gets lots. Vet confirmed heart super healthy and athletic, and all joints/limbs working as they should.

Abandon that idea and go to the barn to visit my sorely neglected horse. Haven't ridden her in... well we won't acknowledge how long its been. Sandring footing was super sloppy and of course I had *zero* focus from Lexi. So gave up on actual work and decided since summer had shown up, we'd go hacking. Except, of course, Lex hasn't been ridden in a while. And doesn't always hack well ;) And I had Sasha with me. So we hacked at a power trot/very collected canter... With the occasional spin/stop/go. And Sasha, for the first time ever, stayed perfectly with us. I was so proud of both puppy and pony for behaving themselves to the best of their abilities on that hack. And what a great way to spend the day. If I'd had a *little* more control of said pony, I could've had the ultimate "through the ears" shot with Sasha leading the way up ahead. But I wasn't risking losing the brand new phone to take a photo on my not-so-quiet soon-to-be event horse ;)

After finishing playing with puppy and pony, head to my parents' place so Sasha could play with Bailey while I went sailing. What an absolutely perfect night! Warm, sunny, decent wind and quiet water. I think it was the fastest race I've been in yet. And of course we won ;) We won by enough that we had time to go for a cruise after. hahaha perfect end to a lovely summer day.

Jael sent me this and it was a laugh or cry moment. Amused me enough to share though. Enjoy:

Entirely too accurate! Have been mailing and receiving all kinds of fancy litter lately ;) And I'm pretty sure there was a whole post about the registry...

On the plus side, we have yet to hear a negative comment from anybody who's been to the resort we've chosen -- and a surprising number of people seem to have been there. So that's all good :) And winter's supposed to be particularly hellish this year, so escaping in February will be a great life choice.

So I am bad, *really* bad, about not deleting messages from my personal inbox. Which is sort of amusing since my work one is always so very anally organized. But between the ability to flag (my flagged messages are a reasonable number) and a reasonable ability to search, I can find what I need and so tend not to delete. As a result, I have (I mean - "had") more than 10,000 messages -- about 2000 of which were unread. And randomly decided this week I'd get them under control.

Well at the moment I'm down to 1600 messages, of which 194 are unread -- and will be even lower by the end of the post ;) But what's been interesting is that in some ways, it offers a strange review of life. Strange in that it is thoroughly warped, but it's been both fun and frustrating to go through. My email history went back to about the time I went to Denny's. So close to the same as the start of the blog. But things like messages from the guys at Overdrive. I always used my work email there, so anything in this inbox was fun stuff like photos from entertaining team nights or even just randomness on our way to meetings. Then there were the zillion and one (that's only a *slight* exaggeration -- a disproportionate number of the 10k belong in this category) emails horse shopping when I started GRS. All the horses I didn't buy, and even more exciting to remember, the ones I did. Circus school and various clinic arrangements. The frustrations of all the paperwork for starting the business and the excitement of new clients. Then later, all the emails about moving and two years of life at Lochland. Client emails looking for "assessments" who I now consider close friends. Really cool.

Of course the challenges are also recorded. Clients who didn't work out for one reason or another, things that did work out but went through rough patches, things that I wanted to happen that didn't (I loved that little event mare!) and things that I didn't want to happen that did... And of course more recently, the job hunting -- the excitement finding a job I'd love and be perfect for, and the disappointment of the auto-rejection.

Definitely one of the most fun things to review were all the comments and responses on the blog -- both the normal section and the flash fiction. Everything leading up to my first story being published in an anthology, and then publishing my first book. None of that would ever have happened if it hadn't been for the exceptionally warm welcome I received to #fridayflash. Reliving all of that has been very cool. Esp as while I get hard copies made of my regular blog (although haven't done last year yet -- need new software. Any suggestions?) and they include comments, I haven't done it with my flash... Although now I'm inclined to cause it was really cool to reread. Also makes me want to write more. We shall see.

Ah well, I was amused anyways :) And my inbox is under 1000 now ;) Back to work.

It would seem an alternate personality shortly invaded my body today. Running errands that involved walking from one store to another as they share a parking lot. In doing so I walked past a shoe store. I hate shopping for shoes. Usually opt for the Walmart version that I pick up while doing groceries or some variation. Super fashionable let me tell you. But as I was walking past I happened to think "Hey, I'm getting married on a beach in February. It's *really* hard to find summer shoes in Canada in February. Maybe I should look for my wedding shoes now." Go me. And yes, I learned that the hard way when trying to find flip flops to go to Cuba ;)

Anyways, since my brain was giving me good ideas, I had a few minutes, and Sasha was safely home I felt I should, perhaps, consider listening it. Took a deep breath... And entered the shoe store...

Was promptly pounced on by TWO sales ladies. Fortunately one of them realized that was a little excessive, laughed, introduced both of them, and then disappeared. The other one also just stayed off to the side having said hello. I took one look around and realized that without Steph there, this was just not going to work.

But there were the two eager sales people -- who were smart enough to back off right away. Maybe one of them could be useful. So I explained the basics, getting married on a beach and need flats. She told me about the perfect pair she had -- last year. Sheesh ;) Showed me a couple pairs which I promptly rejected, but she paid attention to why. Finally she said she had one last pair that might work.

Saw them and thought, yup, serious potential. Looked at the price tag and decided I'd wait and check them out later ;) But then I tried them on. And totally fell for a pair of shoes. Not only that -- a *glittery* pair of shoes! Who IS this person??? Seriously -- even a blog post (well half a blog post) about the experience. Fairly disturbed let me tell you. But not disturbed enough to let them go. hahaha let's be honest -- I found something I *really* like that's completely suitable. Why on Earth would I leave it behind just to force myself to keep shopping? I'm a lot of things, but rarely an idiot.

So I purchased them. Stupidly expensive, even on sale, and with the... get this... Bridal discount! Bahahaha best thing ever! I firmly believe it should apply to everything I buy between now and the wedding ;) I'll take 10% off that ice cream thanks.

All sorts of sparkly ;)

However, this new Lauren was scaring me a little, so I retreated to safe haven and went to ride my pony. She's been sorely neglected the last few days. And will be again on the weekend *sigh* Just not working out. But the next couple weeks should be back to the regularly scheduled program. Anyways -- we had a bit of a discussion about the fact that she really *does* have to pay attention to me and not the squirrels or the butterflies or the ponies or the camp kids or the . . . well you get the point ;) And also that both moving forward and into a contact are, in fact, in her contract. But we got there and all was good. And since I didn't have long to ride and was just playing around, I deemed serious dressage could wait till next week and hopped around the camp kids' course. It was set at about a foot and a half ;)

One of my students from my next class was watching so I asked her to come in and set fences. Put them up a bit -- I'm not sure she's ever set fences before, but she gave it a solid effort :) Jumped around. There was a one-stride that was riding remarkably well once they were a bit bigger, so I asked her to raise the second one. By this point K had joined the ring crew and she is good at it, so was able to help with that. Jumped it, put it up. Jumped it again, put it up. Rinse and repeat until the back rail is at the top hole of the, admittedly small, standards. That'd be four feet. Lex cleared it by a ton with her front legs, overjumped the width by about 3' (there could easily have been a third rail), and managed to knock the front rail of the oxer (about 3'3") with her hind feet. Cleared the high rail, but not the one in front. *sigh* hahaha we did it a few times -- of which she only cleared *both* rails once. All the other times she knocked the front rail with a hind leg.

Ah well -- plus side, pony can jump and seems to *really* be enjoying it. Down side, we're in for several months of dressage and cavelletti to get those hind legs a little stronger and faster! Next year, when we get around to competing for real though, she could be a ton of fun!

Went out for a short hack -- which other than cantering home to avoid the super-nasty stinging bugs, was lovely and done just in time to teach. Great end to a fairly amazing week :)

As of this afternoon, the dress is bought! Wow. It's all kinds of real now :) I didn't expect to go all girly on this one but have to admit was feeling pretty sappy after. I asked our sales lady (small shop owned/run by her and her mother. The mom helped me last time we were in; they were both there the first time. Are you counting? Yes this is the *third* time I was in this store -- oh the insanity!) Anyways - I asked her about the drama she sees and she informed me that "Say yes to the dress" is not, in fact, exaggerated. Mentioned laughing, crying, screaming matches, arguments... I've never actually seen said show, but now I'm half tempted to watch just to see what all goes on. Now that I'm past that stage after all ;) Yes there are pictures -- you can see them sometime mid-February.

So after entirely too much shopping and lots of assistance, the choice had been narrowed to two. And I was having a horrible time deciding. Photos of the two were sent to my bridesmaids and both moms and opinions requested. Some also sought outside opinions ;) And to a person they all came back with the same choice! Perfect right? Except I found myself disappointed by that, which, in itself, told me which one I wanted. And then I remembered it's not a democracy and picked the one I liked better. hahaha Mum helped me justify the choice by reminding me that the dress everybody else liked better would require one pretty serious alteration that the store's people wouldn't be able to do because it was a "design change" and goes against their contract. Without that change, the dress wasn't nearly as appealing. Sooooo - good to go!

Now just have to wait till December or January (?!?!?!) for it to come in! Was a little appalled at that, but such is life. I'm hoping they're underpromising on that one and it will actually come in earlier, but we shall see. Was somewhat bemused by the fact that when they measured me for size, I'm apparently three different sizes depending on where they're measuring -- no wonder I can never find clothes that fit!!! I told her at the beginning though that I'd be between two sizes (always - everything I buy is one or the other) and her eyes widened when she checked the measurements as it balances exactly half-way between the two *sigh* Classic eh? Her seamstress is going to have some work to do when it *does* get here!

And with the official deadline for our wedding trip having past, we now have a fairly good idea of who all's coming so I'm super excited about that! Really can't wait now! I never plan travel this far in advance -- just doesn't seem right to have to wait so very long. Anybody who does still want to join us can! Just let me know :)

So yeah -- pretty wired and excited. And all this after my birthday yesterday which was all kinds of amazing. Chris took the day off work to spend with me. Pancakes for breakfast and a trip to the beach -- felt all kinds of spoiled :)

The only downside to the two days was not enough Sasha time, so she and I had a rousing game of frisbee/ball when I got home this aft and all is good again :) Lexi, however, is greatly enjoying her mini-vaca and I'm sure will be all kinds of unimpressed when she goes back to work tomorrow.

About this blog

“Don't be afraid to take a big step if one is indicated. You can't cross a chasm in two small jumps." - George

“…I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” - Frost

The above tenets are basically how I live my life - much to the amusement of friends and family. Stared with documenting the life of an adult working student, followed through starting and running a riding school, and is now telling the stories of my adventures in adulting.